The Awakening Of Chastity Ch. 15

A Work Of Fiction.

Part 15 - As Times Goes By

Terri :

The rest of the year continues like this; Working at the Brothel on a Friday, week off from there, working a Saturday, week off from there, Clap Clinic then repeat. I'd found my groove... settled into banging all those punters....

Separating 'Chastity' from Terri... or, at least trying to. The clothes... the makeup.... the jewellery... the heavy perfume... and, especially, the cigarettes... all triggers.

Like sugar... sweet to taste.... corrupting.... wanting more and more.

I missed the drugs too.

God... the coke...

But, I tried to limit my temptation.

Occasionally, after my shift was over at the bank and I'd be driving home... I'd light up.... breathe in deeply... relax.

Other times, I'd be wearing all my gear when me and Tom were having our 'fun' together... which was often...

It was all leading to the inevitable.... but something I could push back at... still had the fight from Terri... to push back and lead what I could of a normal life.... frustrating the 'Chastity' character/persona that just wanted to ball and get high each and every day and night.... push back and keep her at bay.

Martika :

Things went on. Some good days, some standard days. More bitches added to my 'stable' so more of those 'Initiations' that I'd make the new slag do, but yes, things just kept on rolling. The money kept on rolling in too!

Mark made good friends with Tom, Terri's husband, and they'd spend some time together. Hanging out, y'know? Good to have friends in similar positions to yourself.

'Chastity', Terri's slag alto-ego, was working as she did... and I kept onto her, fairly often again, regarding working for me full-time.... I know it was seeping in.

It was just a matter of time.

Terri :

Back at work... working the brothel... felt like back at home.

I'd love the lead up - shower, changing, fucking Tom, going to the clinic to get checked out and then getting to the building, sparking up a cigarette, having a large tumbler of vodka and banging out a bunch of lines.

That always was the excitement of the day. Leading, of course, to banging all those punters.

Over time, Martika added new girls - Angela, being one that I grew to know pretty well from the brothel. Miya got more professional and stopped drinking so much.

It was a happy, but dysfunctional, family.

Christmas, of course, I didn't work... but Xmas Eve? Man, there were lots of punters desperate to get their ends away inside either me, Candy, Donna, Sarah, Miya or Angela. We worked hard, snorted up half of Peru (Sarah was the only one that never partook in cocaine) and drank god knows how many bottles of bubbly, laid on by Martika, before we finished at 3am.

Quick getting home, shower, minimal sleep, up, coffee, shower and get ready to spend Xmas with mum, dad and my sister's family.

Exhausting....

Then... Boxing Day at Tom's family.

I recall sleeping in the car on the way back home.... Tom gently waking me up, from my head against the passenger's window, to tell me that we'd arrived.

Then... onto New Year. We partied. I was feeling better. Took a little MDMA and danced my little socks off!

Into my first full year of being one of Martika's whores.

We settled into a routine...2 x a month, long hard hours.... and working my other 'life'... the 'life' that paid the bills..... Tom working his job and career.... picking me up from the brothel.... banging my brains out... then sleep.

That was it. Same, glorious routine.

I must have gone though a thousand or so sex partners in total... and, boy, did that make Tom hard!

.... and still, the lure, from both Martika and Mark, for me to hook full-time was presented to me... and still I refused to give in to this wretched, filthy slut of a alto-ego... keeping that bitch in check.... keeping my regular bank job, title and life.

Some days I felt weak.

I'd dress up.... masturbate myself to a climax, via fingers or via a wand, to my visions of my memories of punters. It helped.

... Onto year 2... and pretty much the same. Twice a month, sometimes 3 times, at Martika's... no rude people... no punters trying to blackmail... just more drink, drugs and sex.

At some point in year 2 I rocked up, in all my finery, on a Saturday and I was greeted by you, April, and Donna. There were some new tarts - Sofia and Anya - that I'd never met before and I'd found out that there was this big hoo-hah with Marika and Sarah, in which Sarah, Candy and Angela left, from the brothel,

alongside Amber, Jenny, Felicity and some others that I had vaguely met. Nothing really was mentioned.

April, you had told me that Martika had been in hospital - in an altercation - with Sarah and Amber, but I knew nothing more. Not my place really.

Prostitution, as I had seen in movies, can be quite a violent place.

I just kept my head down.... bum up!

Martika :

I had some issues with Sarah. I had this idea that all my bitches needed to be branded - my tattoo that both Chastity and you have, April - on them.

Some of the slags were fine about that. Assigned a number, got the tattoo, end of...

But some, especially Sarah, just mouthed off about it on social media.

I was insenced!

I dragged out Sarah, from the brothel, upstairs one day and took her into the main bathroom. I literally threw her into the bath and fuckin' pissed on her.

Why? Rage gets me like that.

The bitch was crying and shit... I had pulled her by her fuckin' hair... and did that. I told her to get her shit together, get showered, and back at it.

She apparently did.

I told her, that night, as I was getting the cash from the bitches, that she was back working the streets the next day and that I expected her to get my 'tag' from the tattooist that next day.

Bitch wasn't happy, but that's what she did.

The next evening? Sarah was out on the streets and that bitch was working it. Never liked working there, prissy bitch always wanted to be in the brothel.... away from people looking at her.. but tough, right?

Anyways, I used to bang her father. He was a regular, y'know? And, we'd just finished up and he was driving me back when I saw her out... probably waiting for a punter... and I just got out the car and laid into the bitch, verbally.

Her dad gets out of the car and... fuck... he realises that it's his daughter... and... double fuck... realises that I'm her pimp/madame... and that's when shit goes down.

It's a long winded story; others get involved.... there's shouting and pushing... Sarah in tears.... and then Amber get's involved.

That bitch has only just had a child, y'know? She was off and resting.

Got involved... I ended up with broken arm, broken ribs and 2 black eyes.... hospitalised too.

Amber got the brothel bitches to go along with her and she became their madame.

From what I gathered, she didn't want to... but there you go.

Terri :

You came over, didn't you, April, to keep things ticking over and to sort out the money for everyone. I never asked. I heard that some of the brothel girls were working the streets, initially, to get enough money to pay for a new property that they could could use as a brothel.

Not my thing.

Plus, add into that the account that it was cold and snowing?

I know what's best for me.

I didn't see Martika then, or the next Saturday that I worked... or even the next month.

Guess the girl was healing up.

Tom too, hadn't been up to seeing Mark. Mark had left him hanging... saying that he was busy.

Guess he was looking after our boss.

Like I said, you April kept things ticking along. In terms of business, there was no difference. Plenty of punters coming around to the brothel and taking us upstairs to do the business.

We all made good money.

Martika :

I made my appearance something like 8 weeks after the incident. Donna and you, April, kept everything going smoothly, Miya was on point and acting professional too. Less bitches around, obviously, working for me but those that were loyal did put in the hours and the effort.

I came 'round, sunglasses on to cover my still-bruised eyes and my arm in a sling/cast mainly to make my presence felt... just to show to the bitches that they still worked for me and to do the work.

Must admit, for the first time in my life I was feeling fragile, but... as soon as that cast was off.... and I could work a few nights.... that I could bang down a shitload of coke, I was back... more determined than ever.

Fuck those slags that left me. Fuck Amber. My business is gonna be bigger and better without them.

Terri :

So, some new girls - Amanda and Chrissy - are at the brothel when I swing by to work my shift. Amanda, brown with blonde streaks... Chrissy, long black hair..... both very chatty.... both, certainly, looking the part with their little leather skirts on... one in a corset top, the other in a 3/4 length sleeved Bardot top... both look like they've done a couple of rounds with the coke tray..... and both, it seems, have been around the block a bit before.

"Yeah..." starts Chrissy, offering me a cigarette before lighting up both of ours "... I used to work..." blows out excess smoke ".. for Martika in Notts. Been with her for, like, a year or so."

Amanda nods.

I tell them that I've been there 2 years now...

God, I feel like a veteran!

The front door opens and in comes Donna.... all attitude... smiles... and a "Mornin' bitches!" to us all.

There's a new Front-Of-House girl, called Jen, as Jackie did leave ship with the others, as she rounds us up for Martika's coming over.

Martikia :

I had a lot of time to think, as I was resting up from my attack. How to keep control of these slags? Truth is, bitches like Sarah didn't do any drugs or shit.

Miss Goody-Two-Shoes....

So.... I made sure that all my girls were doing some sort of shit.

It's a fine line between that professionalism that I insist on and some sort of addiction that keeps the fucker's earning and working for me. But that was the new business model.

Coke whores. Pure and simple. Get them branded too. Keep them on the straight line. Collect the money.

Terri :

There was an awful lot of cocaine around, not like there wasn't before of course, but there seemed to be more. All us girls seemed to indulge and... y'know... it would have been such a shame not to do it myself.

Donna, of course, really dug in.... as, I noticed, did they all. Miya, of course, was totally into it and I found that she was more coming into her own, with being that bit more established and with the newer girls too.

Candy had a big personality.

Big shoes to fill.

Doors open, post 'big talk' with Martika, and we're busy. Pretty busy. Not like what we used to be be with Candy and Sarah busy, but busy enough.

Sofia was nice, as was Chrissy. I gravitated more towards them. Sofia, with her broken english. She's in her little leather skirt and leopard print top, mainly. From Eastern Europe. Nice girl.

The men came in and, basically, me and Donna started off leading the pack.

As usual, pleasantries and then taking the punters up and down those stairs to fuck them.

As I'd be taking my man upstairs, Amanda was with her first punter. We'd exchange smiles. I looked at her punter... god, he so wanted to be inside of her! I'd seen that face and demeanour before, of course...

My Tom...

I'm down the stairs, lighting up a cigarette and offering one to Donna, who's also just finished up. We can hear Amanda's punter, and Amanda herself, aggressively having sex.

Donna smiles, removes her cigarette from her lips.

"Yeah, Chas..." - she sometimes abbreviates my name from Chastity to 'Chas' - "... that slag is a bit of a screamer, alright..."

I smile.

"C'mon, dig in..." she says, nodding towards the tray of coke. "Martika says we can do loads, providing we get the work done." she smiles.

We both, in turn, do a couple of really big lines each. The kind that takes a breather before you finish, y'know?

I am fuckin' flying! I cough. Donna coughs. Wow. We just end up laughing.

Right. Next punter.

Jen shows in a couple of punters to me and Donna. Obviously, they like us. Well, one sounds like he's a regular of Donna's. The other? He just wants to get his end away and he picks me.

Cool.

We each, in turn, take a last drag of our cigarettes before grinding them out in the ashtray.

Then I take my man upstairs, passing Miya on the landing, cigarette between her fingers, and her punter.

In the room, check on that video camera, quick toilet break and then get down to it.

He's hard already. He tells me that his name is Mike, between slurps of his cock, then I pull up my skirt and lower myself onto his cock, grinding myself onto him.

We're on the edge of the bed, I look down at him as he's looking up at me. Joy is written all over his face.

I ride him... grind into him.... feeling that spear in me.... sliding in and out.... I'm panting.... egging him on....

"C'mon, fuck me baby... C'mon, do me..." breathless.... moaning.... I ride him fast and, as I feel that he's about to blow, pull him harder inside of me.... as he spasms to completion.

Cock milked. Semen drained.

"Phew! That was fuckin' great. Thank you..."

"No, thank you babe.." I say, disentangling myself from his penis.... giving it a little stroke and a smile towards my punter as I get to pull down my skirt. Once again, that semen begins to leave a snail-like trail on my thighs.

Then onto the next punter.

I'm feeling a little faint. Donna says to not do any coke for a bit.

Ok.

Martika :

Getting the bitches on coke is a good thing, to start with. I mean, I do the shit, right? Done it for bloody years. But the temptation to do huge amounts from the get go is there. Fine. Problem is that you do need to be used to it to begin with, like Donna most certainly is, or banging out huge lines can lead to headaches, stomach aches, going off food and shit as well as feeling faint.

Chastity; that bitch only does it every other week. Does other shit. Fine. But my coke is pretty pure. Same dealer for the past 20 years, y'know? It's the good shit.

So feeling faint, like I learn later from her, is something that comes from initially taking too much.

Little and often.

Terri :

Donna notices me and gives me a tablet to take. "Bitch, I think you went for it too much! Need some Benzo's to calm that shit down.", which I take with the glass of water she gives me.

Ok... so maybe not 'next punter'. Not yet.

It takes a little while. God knows how long. 20? 30 minutes. Something like that. Resting on the sofa whilst Chrissy, Donna, Miya and Amanda are doing their punters and, periodically, coming down to either light up another cigarette or bang out more lines.

Right. Feeling much better now, after the water an' all. Back to it, girl. Gotta prove your worth.

And... back to it I go.

Nice guy, black mechanic is next. Have to be quick 'cos he's having an early morning break rather than a lunch break, so it's upstairs... missionary position... drain his balls... then back downstairs.

Sales rep is next. Never knew his name. Mid 30's, I'd say. Nice suit. Bit of stubble and a pale complexion. He wants me doggie... and... he gets me doggie!

More money. More semen. More wetness in my vagina and fishnet stocking trim. Whatever.

Another 3 guys, including anal sex, take me upstairs for a session before lunch.

No Sarah, so no cakes.... sadly.

My mind briefly wanders over to the thought that Sarah's new brothel, run by Amber, those new girls will be getting the muffins.

Silly thought really.

So... salad, glass of wine... some fruit... and then a couple of lines of coke.

Knowing my limits this time.

Good to chat and take the time in knowing these new girls - well, new to me - a bit more. Like I said, Donna and I would message a fair bit anyways, so I got to know her quite well. Sofia? She used to work the streets, for Martika, so you could say that she was the new Sarah. Seemed really nice. Had a lovely smile, when she

did smile. Her loyalty, to Martika, was pretty much beaten into her.

"Now she treats me well. I earn good for her..." she says in her heavily accented tones.

Chrissy was the most talkative. Very pretty.... and Miya came out of herself a lot more. New girls, new opportunity to make her mark on the group dynamic, I guess.

After lunch there's a steady stream of punters coming through the doors, as well as a steady stream of semen deposited into each of us.

I do Elaine, she's more a regular now, although she tells me that she'll still see both Candy and Sarah from time to time. She's good. Nice and... I wouldn't say 'relaxing' with a woman.... it's a different energy... but it's a change of pace.

I like her.

Then, as shops shut, the business guys appear more through the early evening.

They just want to get their end away before hurrying home to their missus.

One guy, who Donna nickname's 'Donkey' for obvious reasons, likes taking his tart up the arse. Seems like today it's me that's getting a good shafting.

He's hard... he's forceful with his thrusts... and you can feel his full weight on you when he cums in that rubber. Hurts a bit, but we're just cum receptacles right? Not paid to feel that. So, grin and bare it, get dressed, tell him it was amazing and he'll part with another £20 as a tip, smile, lead him out.... and then do a bunch of lines to get over the pain.

That's always Martika's advice anyways...

"Get the job done, get the cash, do some coke and start again, bitch. It's simple...."

... and, truth is... from what I hear.... that's what she does.... so she leads by example.

... but sometimes the thrill of all this comes away and what's left is the reality of some stupid married tart that's sore from too much fucking... that's made to fuck more until the end of her shift.

My shift.

Onto the next....

I do some more punters, then we have a bite, when we can, and then the evening happens.

I don't think there's a change in clientele, with the new bitches as such. I hear that Sarah and Amber took a lot of their contacts from Martika's, but I do see a lot of regulars around.

Guess the punters are using both of our brothels.

In the evening time, I do that Tom again. The first punter that I ever did. He's very much a regular. I enjoy fucking him. Sorry... getting fucked by him. We have done all sorts of positions together in these last few years. God knows how much semen has been emptied into me, by him, in that time. It's a hell of a lot!

We have chatted a lot too, during the sex session, about all manner of things. He likes to make sure that I'm still married - of course - and of my career.

It really gets him off.

Good. As long as he pays, right? The prostitute attitude.

It's a long, continuous evening into morning..... the smell of alcohol of the breathe of the punters coming in; just up for a quick shag before they go home to their wives.

My Tom comes over to pick me up at closing time. Bit later than usual. Says he nodded off on the sofa. That's ok.

Martika comes over a little after. Seems like she's been working late herself and waiting for some of the street tarts to finish up, before coming over to pay the girls here.

Martika :

... actually, still on-going with the animosity with that fuckin' bitch, Amber, and her bunch of no-fuckin'-hopers. Some of them get a bit territorial... likewise my slags. Fine... talk smack and all that shit... but any fighting and then the police will come and cause shit for both our businesses. That's stupid.

So, just have to calm my bitches down and then give them their money. Calms them down.

Terri :

So Tom talks to the newer girls. He knows Donna quite well now, but he seems quite taken with Amanda. She's not surprised that Tom and I are married, and that he encourages me.... but her boyfriend - so I find out, when she talks to Tom - actively encourages her too.

As she says all this, within earshot of me, she takes a drag of her cigarette... blows the smoke over Tom's head...... looks at me... and gives me a wink.

Interesting.

We give our hugs to all the girls, which is really nice and friendly of them, and then we head on our ways.

Getting into the car, escorted with Tom's arm around my shoulder.... it feels good.

Not gonna tell him about the near OD on coke.... or that I want a hit now..... just gonna get in the car... talk... drive... get home... and get boned again.... sloppy... what? 19th person inside me today? Yes, he'll be my 19th..

I tell him about the £20 tip. He cracks that lovely grin of his that makes me melt....

End Of Part 15